Fire Emblem Dance Novels & Stories

Damien was staring without blinking, and the happiness he saw on my face made him smile too. He can’t wait for working hours to be over so we can talk. Three minutes into the dance, I encircled my legs and raised my arms up, revealing the movements of my waist and I whined it so easily. The room became heated and Damien started sweating, but only he. He adjusted his seat and couldn’t blink as he stared. I jumped so softly, and when I landed back on the ground, I threw my head sideways, making my hair flow with the air, then I pushed out my chest and wriggled my boobs, making them shake.

Nezeira nervously looked around and spoke to Emmet, "I cannot dance. Not my cup of tea. It will be an embarrassment to you." Emmet, whose eyes were locked on Nezeira said in a calm yet warm tone, "It's alright Princess. Just follow my lead. And, you are definitely not an embarrassment." They glided with the music and other couples joined. Yihan took Euphenia and danced too but his eyes were glued to Nezeira, which was noticed all too well by her. She could feel the heat radiating from Yihan. She then asked him, "What is it? Are you alright? Looks like you don't like the Princess."

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Her big eyes spoke volumes. Damon's heart rhythmed with every tap of her feet on the ground. She was looking like a divine goddess while dancing but the white colour still irritated him. He has started hating white after watching her wearing that. He couldn't take his eyes off, her every move captivated him. It's like she is telling him how angry she is. He never knew that emotions could be expressed like this through dance. Mira was completely lost in the dance, the humiliating words were ringing in her ears with each step, fueling her anger more.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open as a pair of strong arms steadied me. To my surprise, my gaze met the purple stare of Alec, who was glaring down at me. “Ember?” he growled, his voice low as though he was afraid somebody would overhear. “What the hell are you doing?” “Dancing!” I laughed, pulling at his hands. “You should try it!” He stood as still as a statue, disapproval etched across his face. “Dancing?” he repeated flatly. “Is that what you call it?”

"You girls coming?" Carmen jumps up. "I'm in. You guys coming?" Zeke Snickers. "No, sweetie. We'll just watch." Casey turns to Blade. "Be right back." He smiles. "I'll be right here." The four of us hit the dance floor. I'm not a bad dancer, but I can't help but be distracted by Emily as she moves her body to the music. I'm not so much dancing as matching her movements. And they are great moves. She presses her hips to mine as we grind on the dance floor. I've got my hand on her ass as our hips swing together.

Her ocean-blue eyes locked onto Damian, who wore a deep blue uniform, his hair slicked back, his face typically closed but with a curious, almost approving glint in his eyes. "The rules are simple," Beatrice said, her voice echoing across the stands. "Victory is not the goal. Show us what you are capable of. Sky, Damian... you may begin." They moved at once. Sky started with light, dancing steps, her body drawing elegant arcs that echoed the ancient forms of combat dance. Damian matched her rhythm effortlessly, shifting his weight, moving his arms and legs in ways that showed he, too, knew the steps of the old ways. Sky leapt into the air, and from her palms burst fire-a brilliant, swirling

She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died." "What about Flame?" "The glossy part of the fire, cuddly bear," Saavi replied pulling Dhruv's nose. "What importance does an Ember hold to the Fire, love?" Dhruv waited for his love to answer who in reply said to him, "Ember ignites the fire and in its absence, the flame dies." "Exactly, just like that, you are important to me. You are the ember to my flame and without you, I will die." Saavi smiled as a happy tear when left her eye she confessed, "I love you, Dhruv. You are The Ember To My Flame."

We smile and laugh, following the tune. "You dance pretty well. I thought you would step on my shoes." Eren teases before he takes a step back, holding my left arm up in the air and turn me around elegantly to pull me even more close to him in accordance with the melody. The warmth and the breathing between us are growing continuously, yet so link with our moves. Eren is a very good dancer. He keeps his elbow and shoulders firm but springy, while leading me in every step and direction without detaching our gaze.

Alexander lit it from her amber lantern. The flame flickered silver blue on the water’s surface. Isabelle raised her arms, reciting the injunction they had transcribed together: “By water’s truth and flame’s release, We pledge our bond in love and peace. Ember reborn by heart’s free will in unity, our covenant fulfill.”